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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 7:51:30 GMT -5
"Not at all, septon," Benjen replied, smiling at the man, before looking at Joanna. "Though for a moment I had to remember a tale my father told me many years ago, about a hurt little lamb that was devoured by a hungry lion."
He chuckled. "Martyn, bluntness is a thing I value, but there is a difference between that and telling me how to wage my war, or speaking out of turn to my wife. But you're a good man, I can see that. Now have a drink, man."
He shoved a cup of ale at Martyn.
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Post by Septon Martyn on Apr 21, 2015 16:16:05 GMT -5
Martyn accepted the cup and raised it with a slight smirk on his face, "To North and West."
He lowered it, his eyes level with Benjen's. "I have a habit of begging forgiveness rather than permission. I expect that someday it will cause me to lose my head. I would no presume to lecture you on military affairs, or..." turning to Joanna, "think that Joanna of House Stark was anything less than fully capable at whatever task she bends her mind and will to. I do appreciate the time that both of you have given me, but I should take my leave before the feast tonight."
Standing he turned to Joanna, "would it be too much to presume that you and I shall meet again soon to discuss how the work of divesting His Southron Holiness from Northern Faithful from one another?"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 22, 2015 8:59:24 GMT -5
She looked to Benjen and then Martyn, unsure of this now that she'd actually met the septon. She sighed. "No. We shall meet again to discuss this further," she agreed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 19, 2015 11:03:38 GMT -5
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Following a small ceremony and a mostly intimate feast, the new princess of the North enters the bedchamber, wearing only a thin cloth now about her waist, shivering in the cool breeze caused by the large and deep lake nearby. Cheers come from downstairs, and maybe the shy and modest princess was a bit unfamiliar with the concept of a bedding, but she had taken the undressing in good spirits, and her perky breasts are capped with bright red nipples, her long chestnut hair nearly reaching the backs of her knees. She has had a few drinks and stumbles very slightly coming into the bedchamber, then she sits on the bed and awaits her new husband.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 19, 2015 12:30:47 GMT -5
For the third time in his life Benjen comes stumbling into his bedchambers wearing barely any clothes. He looked up to see Cassana already there, a smile playing on his face. He had not drunk at the wedding and so was entirely sober.
"You look beautiful," He said, taking her hand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 19, 2015 12:33:53 GMT -5
She looks down at his hand and then all over him. "You do..too, Ben." She runs a hand through her hair. "I've...never done this before. How do we start?" Her lips are trembling just a bit.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 19, 2015 15:00:48 GMT -5
"There's many ways to start, but perhaps a kiss?" Benjen said, smiling comfortingly as he pulled her closer in an embrace. He leaned in and softly pressed his lips to hers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 19, 2015 15:06:30 GMT -5
Cassana kisses him back, a bit passively at first, but as time passes she gets a bit more confident. She puts her hands around his head and draws him closer.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 19, 2015 21:35:09 GMT -5
CURTAIN.
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Afterward, Benjen puts an arm around Cassana. "If it weren't inappropriate I would make a comparison to dragons."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 20, 2015 4:50:34 GMT -5
Cassana hugs tightly to him, red faced and cheeks flushed. "Much different than dragons," she whispered. She pulls a blanke around them. "What happens next?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 20, 2015 9:19:22 GMT -5
"How do you mean?" Benjen asked. "We're married and consummated. Now we just... do our best we can for our people. You are as much a Stark now as you are a Targaryen. Perhaps we can travel the city tomorrow and let the people see us some more."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 20, 2015 9:22:52 GMT -5
Cassana nods slowly and cuddles against him. "That would be fun, I think. That..." she gestures, "was fun."
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The next morning they walk through the city. The people cheer their beautiful and exotic princess, and the promise of the gret green protector she brings.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 20, 2015 10:44:43 GMT -5
Cassana and Benjen head to the lakeshore, where the great dragon Rhaegys is bathing, the cold freshwater soothing its remaining wounds, the lake trout feeding the giant beast. She calls to it and the dragon turns to them and swims like a massive serpent over. She inspects it critically. "He is back to his old self," she finally declared.
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